Personal Narrative: The New American Hero

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The new American hero
(Just a quick look)

Can you see the handsome young man sitting by my side, driving through the forest, behind the wheel of his decadent truck?
Yes. I would trust him with my life (sip of vodka).
We left Alan behind, at home, sleeping.
Has any of you out there ever “driven through the forest” like we are doing? These are narrow, temporary roads, often too subtle to be perceived, swallowed up eventually by the “temperate rainforest,” too many quotation marks in a world that feels too strange.
It seems to me that this son of mine collects guns, I did not ask, I wasn’t ready to discuss the answer, plus I don’t know a thing about firearms or calibers to n=engage in a conversation. He is well prepared to “whatever,” “whatever” …show more content…

He says that at this moment the mortgage is a burden, he wants to get rid of the expense, free himself of the dream he dreamed not so long ago, breaking free from the property, from hunting for his own survival, from the forest, from his freedom. He yearns to feel free, to enjoy life after 10 years of intense work, a kind of bondage. I understand. And how (another sip of vodka).
“Take another sip of vodka, dad,” says our son, hoping that Alan will stop bugging, lol.
Yes. I must confess. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, someone to help me make Alan stop talking. The following conversation between father and son I cannot share, but can say it included bullets, gauges, surprises when shooting.
I left. I’d rather dream. The property we desire, Alan and I, has a broad horizon inviting us over, a beautiful home that we plan to plant there. And at this very moment I’m suddenly impatient for having hopelessly ruined my best intentions for a brief holiday.
Goodbye. We’ll see what happens, that is, if the Chinese delay their attack.
Have a nice